BY indefiniteloop

“His feet are planted firmly on the board and hands are tightly grabbing the rail of the wind sails as the the board swiftly cuts through the ocean’s waters and pushes him further and further away from land while drowning all the cacophony of a saturated city behind him along with the wasted air but the water he sails under is but a reflection of the same city he wants to so desperately leave behind and is full of black waste that the waters cannot abide to hide unlike the the shiny towers of the cityscape that now looms towards his back which is pulling towards the right and trying to make to board turn his back to the city side because the sea somehow seems more darker and murkier akin to his mind, more than what the city that he wants to leave behind is.” —

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